Lomax has:

Old Joe Digger, Sam and Dave,
Old Joe Digger, Sam and Dave,
They went a-hog-hunting hard as they could stave,
Groun' hog.

Whistle up ye dog and loaden up ye gun,
Away to the hills to have some fun.

Too many rocks and too many logs,
Too many rocks to catch groun' hogs.

They picked up their guns and went to the brash,
By damn! Joe, here's the hog sign fraish.

One take a tree and it's one take a log,
Damn my soul if it ain't a groun' hog.

Git away, Sam, and le' me load my gun,
The groun'-hog hunt has just begun.

He's in here, boys, the hole's wore slick;
Run here, Sam, with your forked stick.

Git down, Sam and in there peep,
For I think I see him sound asleep.

Stand back, boys, and let's be wise,
For I think I see his beaded eyes.

Hold them dogs, boys, don't let 'em howl,
For I thought I heared the groun' hog growl.

Hello, Johnny, cut a long pole
To roust this groun' hog out of his hole.

Up jumped Sam with a ten-foot pole,
He roused it in that groun' hog's hole.

Work, boys, work, jist as hard as ye can tear,
The meat 'll do to eat and the hide 'll do to wear.

Work, boys, work, for all you earn,
Skin 'im after dark and tan 'im in a churn.

Stand back, boys, le' me get my breath,
Catching this groun' hog's mighty nigh death.

A-heared him give a whistle and a wail;
I've wound my stick right in his tail.

Stand back, boys, and give me a little air,
I've got a little of the groun' hog's hair.

Here he comes right in a whirl,
He's the biggest groun' hog in this worl'.

Sam cocked his gun and Dave pulled the trigger,
But the one killed the hog was old Joe Digger.

He took 'im by the tail and wagged him to a log,
And swore, By gosh! he's a hell of a hog!

Up stepped Sam with a snigger and a grin,
"Whatcha going to do with the groun'-hog skin?"

Scrapes him down to his head and feet,
By damn, Sam, here's a fine piece of meat!

Carried him to the house and skinned 'im out to bile --
I bet forty dollars you could smell 'im fifty mile.

They put him in the pot and all began to smile,
They eat that hog before he struck a bile.

Run here, man, hit's bilin' hot,
Sam and Dave's both eating out'n the pot.

Old Uncle Jack says, "I'll be damn!
If I can't get a foreleg I'll take a ham."

The children screamed and the children cried:
They love groun' hog cooked and fried.

Hello, Mama, make Sam quit,
He's eating all the hog, I can't get a bit.

Hello, boys, ain't it a sin?
Watch that gravy roll down Sam's chin.

Hello, Mama, look at Sam --
He's eat all the hog, and a-sopping out the pan.

Watch him, boys, he's about to fall,
He's eat till his pants won't button at all.

Hello, boys, what ye think of that?
Sam's eat hog till he's right slick fat.

He eat that grease till it ran to his nabel,
He'll eat no more hog till he's able.

(That should do to go on.)